Hello sinners! And welcome back to another chapter of Devil of a Wizard. But anyway, we are in the middle of the Prisoner of Azkaban arc, or a good way into it. I know some of you say, "I'm sticking with Canon too much," But it is mostly the backbone so far. Little by little, I'm changing things around. But there is going to be a major change further down the road. I won't say where but it will be big and enjoyable.
Devil of a Wizard Chapter 31: Patronus Charm
"Sirius Black was here!?" Harry shouted at Neville. The Prince of Hell looked furious and confused at the same time. He was angry because the supposed murderer went after his best friend in the human world, but he was confused because he attacked Ron. How does he even know the youngest Weasley boy? But it felt like he needed to get the full story first before thinking too hard. "Is Ron okay? How did he get attacked?"
"He's fine. But, uh... I'm p-partly to blame for it," Neville explained hesitantly as the Prince of Hell gave a raised brow toward the boy. "You know I write down the passwords to get into the Gryffindor Common Room because Sir Cadogan keeps on changing them. I lost the list of passwords yesterday, and it happened all last night that Ron saw Black above him with a knife to his head. Luckily, Ron woke up and screamed very loudly, and it alerted everyone, including Professor McGonagall," he told the Prince of Hell. "Unfortunately, Black escaped before anyone could do anything. Plus, I did lose Gryffindor some points, got a week's worth of detention, I'm no longer allowed into Hogsmeade, and old Nan sent me a Howler."
"Sorry about that," Harry told him as a howler was something Harry never wanted to see or hear again after Ron's mother gave him one last year. "Where's Ron? Is Hermione with him?"
"About that," Neville made a face that made him look like he caught someone smoking weed. "After Ron was attacked, Scabbers got killed by Hermione's cat. They're having a tiff right now."
'No wonder they didn't come to see me,' Harry thought to himself. He was somewhat relieved that they weren't mad at him. But now he had to deal with both of them not talking to one another. "Do you know where they are now?"
"Ron's probably still in the Common Room, and Hermione could be in the library," Neville told the Prince of Hell.
"Thanks," Harry told his fellow Gryffindor and headed to his dorm room.
"Before you go, the password is Balderdash," Neville whispered to Harry before the Prince of Hell left. Harry gave him a thumbs up.
"I can't believe Black went after Ron. But why?" the Prince of Hell asked himself as he made his way to Gryffindor Tower. As he got there, he noticed that some large trolls were guarding the area like they were added security after Black's latest appearance. "Was he aiming to kill off the people I'm close to? But how does he know Ron is my close friend? Or did he think I stayed over Christmas break here and mistake Ron for me?" Harry's brain was going to burst on why, but he needed to ask Ron himself to understand the situation more. Harry continued to walk up the marble staircase, and to his surprise, the Fat Lady was back with her portrait fully restored. 'Makes sense if Sir Cadagon let a criminal wander around,' Harry thought to himself as he approached the Fat Lady and said the password Neville gave him. "Balderdash."
Saying the correct password, the Fat Lady allowed Harry inside the Common Room. When he entered, he looked around to see Ron working on his Divination homework.
Harry looked at the red-haired wizard and saw he was deep in thought. He had never seen his best friend get really into a class subject before. Then again, he must have been sulking about Crookshanks probably eating Scabbers. "Ron?" Harry asked as the red-haired boy jumped out of his chair, knocking over some parchment and quills.
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FanfictionWhat If Harry was picked up that night by Lilith Morningstar and brought to hell when the Night James and Lilly Potter were killed by Voldemort? How would things change? Cover art made by Ashlebat on Twitter.
